Canal
Ratking Lyrics


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New Ratking
Canal, canal
Stop so, so stop

You best die my way
On the West side highway
Or get high my way
Hanging off the left side of a sky scrape-er-er
My words word have drifted
Sideways, migrate in the Tri-State
Mind state, thinking don't violate
Thinking that I'm vain
'Cause when I spit, you see my veins
Bulging out, cold as cuts from my blades
And they used to cut cold cuts five ways

(Five ways?)

Thin, slim, extra slim, large, extra large
My rhyme spectacle sees time perpetual
Back before I was ape, I was a vegetable
Life-form, trying, to become, an icon
I once, was an ion
Now I'm eying, every motherfucker passing by on

Now the power in my brow
Make a thug uptown, come down
To hustle on Canal
Whats the bustle all about?
Sweet kid with a free crib
Hustle on his couch

Now the power in my brow
Make a thug uptown, come down
To hustle on Canal
Whats the bustle all about?
Sweet kid with a free crib
Hustle on his couch

Hollowed spliff days
Stained canines, decay minds
Now wait mom
Always gave me the chance
But I stay blind
Outlive me lots of love
So churned for me to say
Promise me this know I was done
So Lenox here I lay
Lay, lay, lay you're my guest
Breathe out the stress, lets digress
Sweated seventeen summers so surely you're my nest
Suckled ya stopps 'n' ya honey combed coral chest
Hak 'n' his hounds hover the heights ritzy won't have the rest, rest
Dealing troddened talons trickled as they tear into your flesh
And try to gnaw the nectar 'neath ya knit floral dress

Sense of a city that you breath
What a mess but yet you continue to feed

Sense of a city that you breath
What a mess but yet you continue to feed

Now the power in my brow
Make a thug uptown, come down
To hustle on Canal
Whats the bustle all about?
Sweet kid with a free crib
Hustle on his couch

Now the power in my brow
Make a thug uptown, come down
To hustle on Canal
Whats the bustle all about?
Sweet kid with a free crib
Hustle on his couch

Sense of a city that you breath
What a mess but yet you continue to feed

Sense of a city that you breath
What a mess but yet you continue to feed

Sense of a city that you breath
What a mess but yet you continue to feed

Sense of a city that you breath
What a mess but yet you continue to feed

Think the city has let up?
Get up, wake up
Open your eyes
Wake up!

Think the city has let up?
Get up, wake up
Open your eyes
Wake up!

Think the city has let up? Better check up
Kids that is fed up
Instead of
Bitching and moaning, they get buck and get up

Sense of a city that you breath
What a mess but yet you continue to feed

Sense of a city that you breath
What a mess but yet you continue to feed





[Outro:] x2

Overall Meaning

In Ratking's song "Canal," the rapper describes the harsh realities of life in New York City. The lyrics allude to the violence and drug use that is rampant in the city, as well as the struggles of everyday people just trying to get by.


The first part of the song talks about the rapper's desire to live life on his terms. He insists that he'll only die his way, while also acknowledging that getting high is a part of his lifestyle. The second verse takes a more introspective turn, as the rapper talks about his own insecurities and the difficulties he faced growing up. He also reflects on how he's changed over time, hoping to become an icon despite once feeling like just a vegetable.


The chorus talks about the power the rapper feels in his brow and how it allows him to bring even the toughest thugs down to Canal Street, where he hustles with a sweet kid in a free crib. The final verses talk about the sense of suffocation the city can instill, with the repetitive line "What a mess but yet you continue to feed" emphasizing the cycle of desperation and resilience that exists in city life.


Overall, "Canal" is a commentary on the difficulties of living in a major city and the determination it takes to survive in such an environment.


Line by Line Meaning

New Ratking
Introducing the artist/group known as Ratking


Canal, canal
The setting of the song is on Canal street in New York City


Stop so, so stop
Commands people to listen and pay attention


You best die my way
The artist is asserting their dominance by threatening their enemies


On the West side highway
The artist mentions another location in New York City


Or get high my way
The singer is inviting others to partake in their recreational activities


Hanging off the left side of a sky scrape-er-er
The singer describes a daring and dangerous activity that they engage in


My words word have drifted
The artist's message has been spread through word of mouth


Sideways, migrate in the Tri-State
The artist's message has spread to multiple states in the Tri-State area (New York, New Jersey, Connecticut)


Mind state, thinking don't violate
The artist's state of mind is focused on not being disrespected or violated


Thinking that I'm vain
Others may see the singer as self-centered


'Cause when I spit, you see my veins
The artist's passion is visible when they perform


Bulging out, cold as cuts from my blades
The singer's passion is intense and can be felt by others


And they used to cut cold cuts five ways
Referencing the past, where meat was sliced into five different ways


(Five ways?)
The singer follows up with a question to emphasize their point


Thin, slim, extra slim, large, extra large
The five different ways the artist's 'blades' may have been used to cut meat


My rhyme spectacle sees time perpetual
The artist's lyrics are timeless and will be remembered forever


Back before I was ape, I was a vegetable
The singer is referencing their evolution as an artist and person


Life-form, trying, to become, an icon
The singer aspires to be an icon and make a lasting impact on their community


I once, was an ion
The artist references their past as a small, insignificant element


Now I'm eying, every motherfucker passing by on
The artist is always on the lookout for their next moves and opportunities


Now the power in my brow
The artist recognizes their own power and influence


Make a thug uptown, come down
The singer is powerful enough to bring someone from the upper class to their level


To hustle on Canal
The artist is inviting people to come to Canal street to hustle and make money


Whats the bustle all about?
The singer is questioning why everyone is so busy and hustling


Sweet kid with a free crib
The singer describes a young person who has a free place to stay and is making the most of it


Hustle on his couch
The singer is describing how the young person is making money from their own home


Hollowed spliff days
Days where the artist, possibly under the influence of marijuana, was empty and unproductive


Stained canines, decay minds
The artist is acknowledging the negative effects of drug use


Now wait mom
The singer is addressing their mother and asking her to wait for something


Always gave me the chance
The singer acknowledges their mother's support and opportunities


But I stay blind
The artist is admitting their own shortcomings and refusal to take advantage of opportunities


Outlive me lots of love
The artist wants to be remembered fondly after they pass away


So churned for me to say
The artist is emotional and struggling to express their thoughts


Promise me this know I was done
The singer is making a promise and asking others to recognize the effort they have put in


So Lenox here I lay
The artist is referencing Lenox Avenue in Harlem, possibly as their place of origin or somewhere significant to them


Lay, lay, lay you're my guest
The singer is inviting someone to stay with them


Breathe out the stress, lets digress
The singer is encouraging relaxation and 'digressing' from stressful situations


Sweated seventeen summers so surely you're my nest
The singer has had a lot of life experience and sees their home as a safe and comfortable place


Suckled ya stopps 'n' ya honey combed coral chest
The artist is being metaphorical and poetic, describing their home as warm and nourishing


Hak 'n' his hounds hover the heights ritzy won't have the rest, rest
Possibly a reference to real or fictional characters, this line suggests a sense of competition and exclusion in higher class areas


Dealing troddened talons trickled as they tear into your flesh
This line is violent and disturbing, possibly referencing oppression or violence in society


And try to gnaw the nectar 'neath ya knit floral dress
The singer continues with the violent imagery, potentially indicating a metaphorical attack on femininity or innocence


Sense of a city that you breath
The artist reflects on the essence of the city that everyone can feel


What a mess but yet you continue to feed
The artist acknowledges that the city is chaotic and flawed, but people continue to be drawn to it


Think the city has let up?
The artist questions whether the city has become less intense or dangerous


Get up, wake up
The singer is encouraging listeners to take action and become aware of their surroundings


Open your eyes
The artist is urging listeners to pay attention and be mindful


Kids that is fed up
The singer acknowledges a group of people who are tired of the status quo


Instead of
The singer suggests there is a better alternative to just complaining


Bitching and moaning, they get buck and get up
The singer suggests taking action and becoming proactive rather than just complaining


(Outro:)
The conclusion of the song




Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Written by: ERIC ADIELE, HAKEEM LEWIS, PATRICK MORALES

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Comments from YouTube:

dfwsuave

I love wiki's new sound but damn do i miss this era. so gritty and so raw. you can tell wiki was hungry and he still is. im glad i was able to see them perform this live before hak left. i saw wiki recently and he still had that onstage presence he did back then.

dfwsuave

@Hugh Jasole good for you

Hugh Jasole

@Phoenix If it was just Wiki with Sporting Life bears would be masterpiece. The other mc is nowhere in the galaxy of how good Wiki is.

Hugh Jasole

Wiki was the best thing about this project bud. Nobody cares about the other guys. I've forgotten about more rap than you've ever even heard of and I can tell you confidently Wiki is a real spitter
He's leagues above these guys and that Secret Circle nonsense.

Byron ‘92

One of the best live performers ever

Phoenix

its sports beats they just give him so much more energy on tracks. wikis still crazy live though thats true

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Moon

This is EXACTLY what hip hop is missing! needing! fiending! for!! KEEP DOING THIS!!!

Max F

Wiki's flow in the chorus sounds like live scratching, so dope

abc def

songs dope, but lets also appreciate this video. 
it was filmed brilliantly. 

DaniEly

word I agree. all I've seen from him as been well done!

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